(This is an extract from a forth coming title from Silverfish Books,
Marong Mahawangsa, that we
have edited to make it more accessible to the modern reader -- but
without changing too much of the old style of language -- and cross
referencing with other books covering the same periods for improved
coherence. The original author, of this tale of Homeric proportions,
is unknown but the current is, largely, based on a translation by Lt
Col James Low in 1849 in The
Journal of the Indian Archipelago.)
The voyage and shipwreck of Marong Mahawangsa
The work begins with praises of the Prophet Suliman, or Solomon, “to
whom the dominion of the whole world and every living thing in it
was entrusted by God.”
There was a Raja of Rum who despatched an ambassador named Raja
Marong (Maha) Wangsa to China in order to negociate a marriage
betwixt the prince, his son, and a daughter of His Chinese Majesty.
This ambassador traced his lineage from the inferior gods. His
father was descended from the genii, and his mother from the
devadeva, or demigods. He was a great raja amongst the many rajas
who had been assembled by the king on this occasion, and he moreover
wore a diadem.
Raja Marong Mahawangsa had married, contrary to the wish of his
parents, a girl whose father was a girgassi raja and whose mother
was descended from the rakshasa. Whereever he went, he took her with
him as he feared the grandees of the [Persian(?)] Court who dreaded
his preternatural powers.
After the war of Rama, the island of Lankapuri became a desert and
fell under the rule of the mighty bird, Girda(Garuda), which however had
previously harboured on the island. He was a lineal descendant
from Maha Raja Dewan and he was strong in battle, of supernatural
power and dreaded by animals, reptiles and birds.
It happened that the bird, Rajawali, paid a visit to Girda, and
asked him if he had not learned that the King of Rum intended
contracting a marriage betwixt his son and a princess of China
although these two countries lay wide apart and that, on account of
the distance between them, a fleet of vessels was to be despatched
from Rum to convey the royal lady from China. Girda replied that the
old Crow had already given him this information as he had seen the
gift bearing embassy on its way to China. Girda further observed
that the King of Rum would most likely fail in this attempt to
display his power and consequence to distant potentates.
“Have a little patience, Rajawali, I will instantly fly off and pay
my respects to the Prophet Suliman (Solomon) whose superhuman wisdom
has exalted him over all the other kings of the earth, and whose
prime minister is Hurmanshah. His Majesty will, assuredly, interdict
the King of Rum from negociating such an alliance.”
Girda having reported to King Suliman the state of affairs, His
Majesty observed that when a prince and princess are once betrothed,
it is not an easy matter to break off the alliance. Girda, not
satisfied with this remark, swore that he would abandon the haunts
of men and cease to wheel in the heavens, should he fail to effect
their separation. The king said, ‘Very well, let me know the
result.’ Girda now soared aloft on his dusky pinions and speedily
reached China. He here alighted in a garden where the princess,
attended by her foster mother and an attendant, was gathering
flowers. Girda instantly lifted the three into the air, one by his
beak and the two others in his talons, and carried them over the sea
to Lankapuri where he protected them, and supplied the princess with
every delicacy she desired.
The Sultan of Rum gave a large buhtera, or ship, to his chief,
Marong Mahawangsa, for the accommodation of the prince, and another
for himself and his people, for the voyage to China. To these were
added many smaller vessels for the suite. The fleet sailed on a
fortunate day and, as it went along, touched at all the ports which
were then under the empire of Rum, the embassy receiving, at each of
these, the accustomed marks of respect. At length, it entered the
Sea of Hindustan and beheld its wonders. Then, coasting down
that continent, the fleet anchored occasionally in the bays of the
islands where the people sought for shell-fish, fired guns and,
otherwise, amused themselves.
After a while, it reached the mouth of the Changong River where
reigned Raja Galungi, or Kalungi.
Girda, bent on his plan of frustrating the expedition, here raised a
violent storm of wind and rain, thunder and lightning. He was beheld
high in the air, casting his vast shadow over the fleet. The prince
and the ambassador directed their men to shout and to fire guns, and
discharge enchanted arrows at the direful bird who, wild with rage,
had taken up his position to the westward of the fleet. Marong
Mahawangsa now strung his bow, or busor, and adjusted to it the
arrow called Ayunan. The common arrows and shots, merely, glanced
off Girda’s feathers, but this enchanted one put him to flight.
This, however, was only effected with the loss of three of the
vessels. Girda had, before this, shifted from the West, and hurled
another tempest on the vessels from North to South. Thus was Girda,
for the present, driven off by the potency of the arrow Ayunan,
which has its point tipped with red, as if with fire, and which
ascended towards Girda with a noise like that of a tufan,
interposing betwixt the latter and the ships a mountain barrier. The
remaining ships cast anchor that night to see if Girda would return
but, as he had fled to the forests on the shore, they weighed next
morning and set sail southwardly.
After a voyage of some days, the ships reached Tawai River where it
disembogues into the sea.
The fleet had scarcely arrived when Girda again appeared, sending a
tempest before him of rain, thunder and lightning. The two vessels
of the prince and ambassador were anchored close together, and the
other ships were stationed around them and kept ready with their
arms. Marong Mahawangsa, having seized his bow with the arrow named
Bratpura, with its point flaming with fire, and having stood out on
the gunwale, off shot the arrow towards the sky. It sped with a loud
noise and, in its descent, dispelled the tempest. But,
notwithstanding the innumerable flights of arrows, and the constant
firing and shouting of the sailors, Girda contrived to carry off
three more vessels for he was invulnerable to all these missiles.
So, after a short respite, he returned to his work of destruction as
before.
Again Marong Mahawangsa sent the arrow, Bratpura, at him, which he
avoided and it thus fell into the sea. Whereupon, Girda snatched
away three more ships in his beak and talons, and soared aloft with
them. Thus, six vessels were lost with all their crews. On the
ensuing day, as Girda did not appear, the remnant of the fleet set
sail in its now dismantled condition, having had twelve ships with
all their crews destroyed. The fleet soon after got to the
port of Mrit.
But here, at Mrit, it was again assailed by a furious storm, which
darkened the heavens and shook the timbers of the ships, brigs, and
gallies. Marong Mahawangsa resorted to the former expedient and,
having got upon the top of the stern, drew his bow called Prasa
Sampani Gambara and shot his flaming arrow, saying, speed arrow and
slay Girda. But, Girda avoided it by making it glance off his
plumage. Enraged, he pounced upon three more of the ships and
vessels, and carried them off as he had done with the rest, in spite
of the firing and shouting of the crews, for these vessels were also
destroyed. Raja Mahawangsa, in a furious passion, shot another arrow
towards the heavens, whereupon the arrow was changed into a bird
named Jintayu, which gave chase to Girda. But, Girda vomited fire on
Jintayu and consumed him. Girda, now, kept aloof in the mountains,
dreading the supernatural endowments of Marong Mahawangsa. Next
morning, the remnant of the fleet sailed away from Mrit and, after
some days, came in sight of Salang, in the sea called Tappan. Here,
having cast anchor abreast of the island, the ambassador sent a
party on shore to ask permission of the chief, or raja, to wood and
water, but the prince’s vessel with other ships stood on down the
coast by rounding the point of the island.
About a day and night after the prince left Salang and was making
for the island of Lankapuri, Girda espied his ships and perceived
also that Marong Mahawangsa was not come up, so he attacked them
with redoubled fury and sunk the whole; the men who were drowned far
exceeded in number those who were saved alive. Fortunately, the
Prince of Rum got hold of a plank and floated to Lankapuri. In the
meanwhile, Marong Mahawangsa’s ship arrived at the spot of the
shipwreck and picked up the survivors who were floating about.
Marong Mahawangsa was excessively grieved at the loss of the prince,
especially as he felt himself responsible for it to the Sultan of
Rum. But after a vain search, he sailed in his vessel, the only
remaining one, to the eastward.
Keeping along this coast of the continent, Marong Mahawangsa arrived
at a bay and a point of land. He inquired of an old malim (captain),
who was in his ship, if he knew the locality, who said, “The large
island we have reached is now becoming attached to the main land and
its name is Pulo Srai (or Sri, my lord). That small island which
Your Highness sees is named Pulo Jumbul, and that other, more
inshore, is Pulo Lada.” On hearing this, Mahawangsa expressed
himself satisfied and added, if such be the case, let us anchor. The
vessel was then moored in the east of the bay, near to, or at the
point of land, on the main shore; that is, the land more extensive
than that large island.
Raja Marong Mahawangsa then went on shore, attended by his chiefs
and followers.